Picking corn

Troubled by the dreams of last night and by the experiences of yesterday, Molly begins the morning by questioning the reality of everything and everyone around her, includiing her Aunt Ruth. Actually, Molly has not yet had a chance to seriously talk with Ruth, since arriving at the farm. She wants Ruth's guidance in helping her sort out the strong feelings and strange occurences. But she is unsure if Ruth will understand, or whether she will simply scold her for entertaining such notions of sexual deviance.

Molly decides to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself. Ruth notices her becoming more distant and seeming more anxiious around the farm hands. But she suspects that it has simply to do with Molly's difficulty in adjusting to the new surroundings. To acquaint Molly more with the farm and to keep her mind occupied, she assigns Molly a variety of chores. This morning she asks Molly to go into the field and pick a bushel of corn.

"I'll be in the barn milking Nellie," says Ruth, "if you need me."

"O.K., Aunt Ruth," says Molly.

Molly wades through the tall stalks of corn with the basket, the long dark green leaves brushing against the skin of her face, arms and legs. She has chosen once more to wear a sun dress, feeling more relaxed with the cool loose material gently clinging to her slender body. After having gotten the basket half-full, Molly's mind has started to wonder again. The visions of Danny stroking his dark cock in the barn, and of Jimmy running his in and out between her breasts, fill her thoughts with more images of long thick penises. Her breathing becomes more difficult, as her flesh starts to tremble. A warm swelling sensation returns to her crotch, as she takes one of the ears from a stalk.

Molly sets down the basket and stares at the ear of corn. She runs her hand over its smooth sheeve, then partly peels back the leaves and picks the mossy tendrils from its top. With the end of the yellow kernel-covered cob exposed, she strokes its tip with her fingers. Then, peeling more of the sheeve away, her hand grips the cob with its shiny kernels and slides up and down its length. Looking behind herself to make sure that no one is watching (again her naughty self is taking control), she lifts the skirt of her dress and inserts the cob between her legs and against the crotch of her panties.

She rubs the tip of the ear along her swollen lips through the cotton fabric. Then, pressing it harder against them, she feels it chuffing the fabric between her lips. An strange urge develops within her, and, once more looking around to make sure of her solitude, she reaches under with her other hand and pulls the fabric to the side, allowing the ear to enter her lips. Her legs start to shake, and her lips contract slightly at the presence of the cob widening their opening and sliding in and out between their moistness. Suddenly, the thought of having one inserted into her vagina while another is inserted into her anus makes her squiver uncontrollably. But then, she is startled by a noise nearby and withdraws the ear from under her dress.

Having tossed the ear of corn between the stalks, in hopes of no one finding it and smelling her scent on it, Molly quickly finishes filling the basket. She walks into the barn to ask Ruth where she should put the basket, and discovers Nellie alone in her stall. Also, she does not see the milking stool and wonders where Ruth might be. She hears a moaning sound coming from a nearby stall. She imagines Ruth hurt perhaps and starts to walk quickly toward the stall. But then, she slows, listening more intently to the moaning sound. It does not sound like that of someone hurt, and it seems to be mingled with the moanings of others. A wall separates Molly from the stall from which the sounds are emanating. She stands against the wall and slowly peers around the end post.

There is Ruth sitting on the milking stool. Two of the black men, Danny and the older bearded man, are standing on either side of her. A third one, perhaps Jimmy, is kneeling with his head under the skirt of Ruth's dress. Her legs are spread wide for him, as in each of her hands she holds the penises of the other two men. She is frantically stroking their penises, while sucking on them one at a time. Molly wants to cry out, but she feels frozen and tongue-tied where she stands. She is intrigued by what she sees, while the saliva build-up in her mouth forces her to continually swallow and lick her lips. Each time Ruth takes one of the long dark penises in her mouth, Molly's mouth opens wider and her head bobs slightly with Ruth's.

Ruth stops sucking the penises, while maintaining the stroking actions, and looks at Molly staring at her from around the wall.

"Why, Molly honey," says Ruth, "are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join us. You know, a woman can get mighty lonesome out here, when her husband's away. Of course, there's always plenty of kind farm hands around to satisfy her needs."

The older bearded man, upon turning to see Molly, removes Ruth's hand from his penis and walks toward her, grinning. Molly wants to run but is gripped and held still by her naughty part. The man takes her by the wrist and pulls her into the stall. He turns her around and makes her face the wall. Then, he chuffs her against it, lifts her dress, pulls her panties down to just below her buttocks, and lays his penis between her cheeks. He moves it up and down, pressing her harder against the wall. She can feel its warmth and thickness moving between her buttocks and rubbing against her anus. She feels his dangling balls slapping against her thighs and the roughness of his hairy legs against her smooth skin. He breathes heavily into her ear, as he increases the intensity of his motions.

"Relax, baby," says Ruth, now straddling Danny's lap on the stool and stroking Jimmy's penis as he stands next to them. "Let Rufus show you how good it can be. After all, it's what you want, isn't it?" Ruth continues to ride Danny's penis, while sucking on Jimmy's. Molly closes her eyes, filling Rufus pressing even harder against her, the shaft of his penis starting to spread her anal opening. His moaning sounds indicate his nearness to orgasm. Molly also feels her vagina tingling as her clitoris is squeezed and roughly rubbed against the wood boards of the wall.

"Molly," she hears Ruth's voice from somewhere else. "Are you in there?"

Molly opens her eyes, breathing fast and heavy now. She pulls herself away from the wall and turns to see the stall empty. She notices her panties around her ankles, then bends over and quickly pulls them up to her hips. After straightening her dress, she starts to turn and leave the stall, when Ruth suddenly appears before her.

"Molly," says Ruth, "what on earth are you doing back here?"

"Nothing, Aunt Ruth," says Molly. "I came looking for you. but I guess it was the heat from the field which made me feel faint. I became confused and wound up in here. I'm alright now."

"Oh, Molly," says Ruth. "You do look a bit peekish. Come on into the house, and I'll fix you a glass of milk to calm your nerves."

Molly walks back to the house with Ruth's arm around her shoulder. As Ruth prepares the midday meal, Molly stands, finishes her glass of milk, and looks out of the kitchen window. There, standing in the barn door, is the old bearded black man. He spots her looking at him, then grins and tips his cap to her. Then, he appears to laugh and is joined by the other two men from inside the barn. A fourth man appears, as well. Molly instantly recognizes Joseph. He appears to be stretching a length of rope between his hands, then he loops some of the rope around his wrist. He then pulls the rope taut, almost as though he is indicating to Molly some type of restraining action. Molly feels the pressure of her teeth against her lower lip as never before.